Naruto Paper Novels & Stories

Something white protruded slightly from beneath my pillow. A folded piece of paper. Before anyone else could move, I sprinted across the room and snatched it up. My fingers trembled violently as I unfolded it. My heart pounded louder with every passing second. There were only a few lines written across the page. I read them once. Then again. The words refused to register. My entire body went cold. Zane stepped beside me. “Naya?” I couldn’t answer. He gently took the paper from my shaking hands. His eyes scanned the message.

“Who had the bastards try and harm Hope.” “Here, it’s all summed up in this document.” He says handing me the papers. On it I saw a familiar face. Ugetsu Murata.

Enzo’s POV I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I stared down at the book. Simply Elemental, it was called: a battered old paperback that looked as though it had been passed around a lot, the spine bent out of shape, the corners dog-eared. I picked up the scrap of paper that had fallen from it and went to tuck it back inside the cover. I paused, the paper curling in my palm. I could look at it. Just quickly. Nobody would ever know…

I opened the cover and found some documents piled up on top of each other and it looked like hundreds of papers "What is she doing with so much paper?" I said to myself and brought five out of them. I placed them on the bed gently so they wouldn't get rough and I would have to face Ary's wrath I read through the papers but I don't look like anything related to college nor did it look like any resume I kept on reading each line and I see it was like a background check or something related. I read further to see the name of the person who Ary has his background report on but I can't seem to understand how it was written. The paper was already old and looked like she had it for years so the ink

Mizuki was looking at me with intense seriousness and it was getting uncomfortable for me so agreed with her stupid condition. “Fine, I won’t tell it to anyone not even to my pet” “God’s promise?” Mizuki asked. “Yeah, god’s promise. If I ever break this promise may god hit me with his lightning and I die at the spot” “Are you happy now?” “Yes, I am”, Mizuki replied. “Now please fix these papers”, said Kei. Okay after Kei’s promise I decided to use my ability. I used mana to extract water from the papers and attached the tattered pieces back giving some energy of my mana to the paper.

] Then the man handed a paper bag to the governor. Wonwoo even zoomed in the screen, waiting to see what's inside the paper bag. His eyes widened as soon as he saw those...! [Oh my! Hirunaka no Ryuseii volume 8! And a limited edition of Hana yori Dango! I've been wanting to read this manga!] governor exclaimed while hugging those manga comic books. The excitement on Wonwoo's face quickly shifted back to his infamous blank expression. Who will thought that the governor of his city loves to read those romantic shouju manga comic books?!

Not defiance. Recognition. Jamin stood slowly. “Search him.” The warriors moved quickly, checking his pockets, boots, sleeves. One of them pulled out a folded piece of parchment. Jamin opened it. His expression changed. Not dramatically. But enough. “What is it?” Ryan asked. Jamin handed the paper to him. Ryan unfolded it. I watched his eyes scan the page. His jaw tightened. His shoulders stiffened. He turned the parchment toward me. It wasn’t writing. It was a sketch.

— says the voice behind the closed door. — Thank you, you can leave them in my bed. — As soon as I finish saying these words Naukar silently enters the room and leaves a pile of loose papers on my bed and silently leaves the room again. I take a look at the first paper in the stack. I couldn't help but smile. The route is exactly the one I predicted.

"We've made several copies already. Enough, in fact, to fill countless bookshelves." I took the paper, its texture rough and earthy, a stark contrast to the pristine, polished sheets I was accustomed to seeing in the capital or at Brightwing Academy. It was the color of rich, dark soil, as if steeped in mud or coffee, a testament to its humble origins. Yet, despite its unassuming appearance, the paper was surprisingly durable. Anything written upon it remained clear and legible, a testament to its practicality.

"I don't have the whole notebook but only five pages of it, I'll sell it to you in 5 Nars." My eyes widened in shock. That's way too cheap! I immediately nodded and answered. “Deal!” I stepped forward while Mr. Eye of Notary opened his brief case and pulled five yellowish papers. I immediately paid 5 nurses and Mr. Eye of Notary accepted it. He then handed the five pages with familiar symbols written on it. I didn't bother asking where it came from because that is already an unwritten rule in the black market to avoid snitching or identifying the participants.